Anitta watched as everyone started to interact with each other. For a bunch of monsters, they seemed quite friendly! At least... Until the lich arrived. She boasted herself as better than the others, to which Anitta simply ignored. She suppose it wasn't surprising that some people in this guild was full of themselves. But Anitta certainly wasn't going to cause a problem. Another, Mark, was more than capable of getting into trouble himself. Initially Anitta saw Marx as a rather curious fellow; not many would call themselves heroes except the young or naive, and he didn't seem the type to be foolish. But his words towards the Lich, while perhaps not entirely undeserving towards the lich, showed that he had a particular view about her kind. Anitta wasn't sure how to feel about that. While she certainly had no particular love towards the undead, she doesn't have any hatred either. If one came to harm her, she would slay it, but she'd not go so far as to condemn all undead or anyone related to them. But perhaps that was only because Anitta has never confronted the undead before. Perhaps Marx has a tradgey in his life related to them. She shouldn't judge... Though Anitta still did.

"Please... Let's not fight..."

Things weren't looking much better when others joined in in both in the defense and opposition of both parties. Anitta watched but didn't participate, though seeing the two exchange verbal blows, Anitta did distance herself. And she started dancing. She planted her naginata into the ground to brace herself as she began to weave the magic around her. She expected violence and wished to stop them, but she knew that she couldn't simply stand between them or try to trade blows. She had a... Different idea. Onlookers would see Anitta dancing around with her naginata, twirling and weaving through the air. But the magically inclined could sense the flow of mana following her movements, growing in power and intensity. Some may even notice clouds starting to form. Anitta hoped that before her dance was done, everyone would have settled down peacefully. If not... Anitta could only hope for the best. But prepare for the worse.

Did Winter deserve to be traumatised by a random Soggoth poking her head in her coat without any permission! No, no she didn't but what could she do to change that. The Soggoth had already gone and done it before she walked away to go tramautise the... well mean girl or was a mean girl Lich would have to deal with the nice though admittedly mad Soggoth. Winter let out a sigh as she haunched up on the floor, a little fluffball from her overcoat. The arms of which propping itself up to support them both.

She was barely like this for a good few moments when a nice kindly gentleman wondered over, accurately pronouncing Gor-Gor's name. Something she had extreme trouble even figuring out how to pronouce the syllables let alone the entire thing. Still... She tried at the very least. She tried her hardest! Her figure still extremely well hidden in her coat she tilted the heat of the coat upwards to look at the well groomed man. "H-hi" she said shyly but it wasn't fast another.

Dropping in like an avalanche out of nowhere came a half-ling also greeting herself graciously and yet quite demandingly. Was the Half-ling feeling left out? Winter couldn't allow that to come to pass. Everyone was a good friend if they came here right. So she decided she'll give the Half-ling a friend to make her questioning not for naught. "I'll come with you inside. If thats okay" Winter said, an arm on the coat raised to act as a symbol of her intent to want to follow the Half-ling.

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Interacting with: @Rune_Alchemist@Lucius Cypher

How did Liliana feel right now? Well as a person she felt alright. Thank god her soul was separate from her body. She could feel her Phylactery pulsing with rage. Lucky it lessens such strong emotions as rage. Though it was quite an Indicator that she wasn't best pleased. She was in half the right mind to just go home. She couldn't deal with this Paladin. Mostly because of his companion. Bullies travel in packs after all. Even though she could possibly shoot down the man with one of her soul shots. She didn't feel it necessary to escalate. She had already concreted him a peasant, her lesser and at this point she had labelled him a good dozen worser things. So it was okay to just let it shimmer a little, the man was probably too dumb to understand anything complex anyway.

Of course as long as nobody made fun of her or anything else she'd be okay to just let this all pass, obviously people were going to need to adjust to her presence. She blinked as she watched the Soggoth prostrate itself before her, literally almost laying flat. It's words serving as an Indicator that it was kissing up to her. If it wasn't for the scenario they were in. She might have found it passable though wierd but... This was just coming across as a way to make fun of her. "Can you really not. Slime?" She said looking down at the eldritch creature. "I mean I thought Soggoth's were suppose to be good servants and all but I guess you don't really serve anyone of actual merit." She said bitterly as she placed on of her hands on her face to almost act as a support for her annoyed, and peeved face. She was going to blast every single one of the living here to heaven.

Everysingleone.

All these eyes. All these enemy's even a rabbit was threatening her head. Great. Let's be stranded up shit creek without a paddle. This is great. Completely great. No really she completely understood that she was dealing with a bunch of idiots except maybe the only other Undead here. They were doing nothing to change that.

Feeling a pair of eyes on her. She turned to meet the owner of said eyes as she was staring at a half-ling. Another mage. Obviously. You could tell from the soul, it showed that the halfling had already conducted magic recently. So it was a safe assumption to call her mage. Probably an Academic. She was once an Academic but that was a few years ago. Still. It was nice to see another mage. Her hope started to swell and nope no it was dead again. She was looking at her as if she was a desperate animal. Great. She didn't become a Lich for the Power boost. Though helpful. It wasn't the reason. She wasn't gonna lay that reason on a half-ling either. She was just like those people she used to study with. Dumb. Shallow. Quick to Judge. She took a movement to grip her phylactery through her jumper gently to calm the resonating that it was doing. She couldn't have it break right here.

She needed a way out, She needed a salvation. She needed a... Arletta! The Dullahan still maintaining the lichs given title of best person in the group not only stood up for her but she was threatening force! Bloody Frosty Miraculous Hell. If that was one way to get a Liliana in a happier mood. That was one of them. Still she wanted to get away from the group. So she took it upon herself to take the offer immediately.

"Sure, lets go somewhere inside perhaps? or perhaps into... say..." She pointed at one of the alleys "An alleyway for a quiet conversation? so you can tell me in detail what troubles you" She said keeping her once loud voice low so only the Dullahan could hear.

Everyone



A loud yell stopped everyone and caught all of the attention. "Clearly there's some tension between all of us. But Bart all invited you to the guild which, by definition, is a group effort. You accepted by coming here which means you likely knew you will be dealing with other people and I hope you knew that includes people you may not like." He boldly stated. His earlier meekness gone for a while. "But being in the guild means you will have to get along with those you don't like, one way or another."

"I don't speak for Bart or as guild authority but if you find someone here that you simply cannot tolerate, then you are free to leave. There's no point in continuing your misery." He continued. "No one here's going to stop you. Not even the gods of this world can change your mind."

Neil sighed once he was done with his outburst and turned to the group trying to head inside. "Look, again. There's nothing inside. Just rubble and old and decaying floors, walls and ceilings. But if you'd like, you can map out the place. It'll help us a lot."

"And to everyone else!" He loudly declared. He then flipped the wooden board he held for everyone to see. "This is actually the request board. It, uhh, fell off after Bart left. I guess the bolts and stuff gave way after all this time." He continued. "Anyway, there are actually requests posted here now." He points to the pieces of paper attached to the board. "Bart said they were posted earlier today, even before I got here. I have no idea that people already know about us but I think Bart already got the word out."

"Why don't we do them while we're waiting for Bart?"

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Syszi had, up until now, been quite. Assessing. Making sure none of these whores started flirting with her husband goddamit. She had remained slightly back and had kept an eye out for anything and everything that posed even the slightest threat to her and Marxello, as well as the other mamono she supposed. They were an odd lot, that much was certain, but she was used to dealing with odd lots, and besides, she had made friends with Rose, hand't she? She was sure that if she was careful and used liberal threats, she could make friends with many of the gathered monster.

There was the Shaggoth, who she could already tell was probably going to end up being her friend if she liked it or not, which was fine by her. Shaggoth could be incredibly useful under the right circumstances. The one that had introduced herself as Arletta... Human? No, not human. She raided the storage that was her mind for a clue as to what she was dealing with. Dhampir? No, probably not. Dullahan? Now that could be interesting. Dullahans were always fun to fight against, and there was nothing wrong with a friendly duel or fifteen. Even when bound, she was a salamander through and through after all.

The ogre looked... Odd. Enough time spent roaming around the settlements and inside Order headquarters had given her passing familiarity with all of them, and she knew an ogre when she saw one. That slim little thing looked nothing like the busty women she had known, and she was determined to get to the bottom of it. Oh, and the magic. That too. That was certainly odd. She turned to Marxello and made a 'hum' noise in her throat, before talking into his ear. "We should probably find out the big deal about that ogre. I'd bet money on something being up with her, but you don't pay me, so I'll just bet that I can beat you again."

She chuckled, before looking at the rest. Some kind of demonic doll, a wereshark... Oh man she had wanted to see a wereshark for ages, a wizard who was conjuring up water... I really want to see that wereshark in action. Please let's go together, please... She might go up and introduce herself in a little bit, but for now the board was more important.

"Exotic appetites. Bit of a trek, bit of a scrap. Sounds like my kind of job."

As Matti fully expected, his reasonable request was met with nothing but offensive drivel from the undead sorceress' unwashed vocal chords. His eye twitched at her insult, but he chose to ignore it; after all, she was acting like a mere child herself, pointing fingers at others and blaming them for her own faults. He appreciated Arletta's attempt at bringing peace to the argument, but he could also notice a temper rising from her eyes; it seems the black knightess was not quite as disciplined as he came to believe at first. Maybe it was because she was also undead? That was an inkling of a thought that had rise in him ever since he saw her, and it was something he had to check upon later. Disgusted as he was, he gave the lich a stern glare from behind his reflective glasses.
"Very well then. Let us hope that there won't be any further incidents coming from you, Lich."

He was mildly surprised by Bunny landing on his shoulder and giving her own piece of mind to the undead. He did feel a bit flattered when she mentioned liking the sight of hardworking men, as it was quite unlike the doll's appearance to be so attentive and thoughtful. For a long time, Matti has dreamed of mastering golemization; an enchanting art of bringing inanimate objects to life, knowing it would immortalize his name among scholars and scientists. So he tolerated the Living Doll's presence, maybe even to a slight fondness of the brave monster; something he did not think could happen with his general wariness around monsterkind.

After the lich backed down from her tirade of pathetic self-esteem building, Matti turned to speak with Bast.

"Why, of course Mr. Virta. And please, call me Bast. There is no need for such formality." he said touching his hat in a quick greeting.
"You seem to be a very knowledgeable gentleman, I would be very pleased to have an conversation with you. After Herr Bartholomew comes back, would you like to join me for a cup of tea?"

"I would love to, but first I must write up all the necessary paperwork for the guild hall's renovation. I will be sure to spare a moment of my available time with you, Bast."
After Neil brought the guild into the building, Matti floated above the others, writing down the descriptions for the quests before he head into the storage, making an inventory. When he returned, he gave complete list of necessary costs required for the building's restoration to Neil. "Could you send this to mister Bartholomew? I will be attending the third quest listed on the notice board. It seems to require tools and skills required for charting maps, which I can provide. However," he then spoke, addressing the other guild members present. "I'm expecting the road to be paved with many dangers; human, monster, or otherwise. I work most efficiently with weapon-wielding warriors, so I would greatly appreciate their company if any of them were to join me on this quest."

@PaulHaynek@1Charak2@13org@Kafka Komedy

Smiling Ryla nodded towards Winter. But before they could go inside, that meek kid Neil shouted out for everyone to calm down. Perhaps he wasn't as meek as he seemed. Also that piece of wood he was carrying was apparently the notice board for work. Ryla supposed that getting a job done would be better than derping about in this old ruin. Commandeering Winter and Bast as her new party members Ryla took the lead. First, she walked up to Neil and stamped her spear to the ground. From the ground next to him, a large stone pillar popped up, just about his height. There was an indention just the right size for his board, so he could fit the notice board into the stone pillar. "Here we go. A little something so you don't have to keep holding your wood."

As for the quests themselves, they all seemed rather basic, but that was par on course for a new adventurer's guild. One quest that caught her eye was "Absence makes the heart go Yonder". She didn't really care for the missing husband beyond confirming his death or bringing him back. No, instead Ryla just wanted to go to the forest. Plenty of magical regents in that forest, and while her alchemy was rusty gathering some starting materials for future potions and such would be handy. And if they actually find the husband, they'll have some money too. Ryla took that quest and returned to Winter and Bast.

"Well then, if you don't mind me taking the lead, why don't we find this husband? I have business in that forest anyways. Could use your help. What say you?" Ryla showed them the quest request. While she wasn't going to force them to come with her, Ryla certainly didn't intend to go alone. Not just yet anyways.

@1Charak2@13org

A lot happened in the next few seconds. More than Mark was able to keep up with, in fact: first, the armoured woman Arletta confirmed her undead status by misinterpreting Mark's speech as directed toward all undead; before he could tell her otherwise, Matti leapt down from the roof and basically told the lich off a second time... oh, she had Francis in her name? He wasn't going to call her by her full title by any means, and she deserved to be misrepresented as much as possible, so Francis it was, and Tue apparently agreed to some extent or another. Though apparently, she also planned on becoming the next Demon Lord, so that would require a bit of discussion, first and foremost...

Ultimately, distracted by so many alternate possibilities, Mark failed to pay attention to most of the other arguments and conversations that occurred before Bart's protégé, Neil, finally showed himself to have some spine. Or at least a good voice on him. Yes, he'd definitely want to talk to the kid sooner or later, maybe even mould him into the next Hero of this world if he had the chance... but first, a response to Tue, since he had the opportunity to look at the board the boy was holding whenever. And he was sure Syszi would have her say sooner or later.

Or "right now", apparently, for as soon as he had the thought, Syszi turned to him and cited pretty much his exact thoughts on the... ogreling, he supposed. He still didn't want to call the salamander his wife, even if he knew she saw him as her husband through and through, but he'd relent to "combat partner with benefits". And admittedly, they were quite significant benefits...

'Yeah, sure, why not,' he muttered to her, fairly sure they'd both eventually gang up on Ryla in an effort to figure out what was up with her. Syszi continued by expressing her interest in the first job, and frankly speaking, it wasn't a bad job. On the one hand, the logic seemed simple enough: monsters were kidnapping people there, meaning they needed to be put down. On the other hand, if there was something more sinister going on, there'd be plenty of room for brains to be employed too. Nodding, Mark echoed Syszi: 'I believe Exotic Appetites will work well for my partner and I. Combat partner, my com... Syszi. Yes.

'Oh, and pardon me, Tue,' he continued, placing a hand on the mask's shoulder, 'but what was that about becoming the next Demon Lord? You know that's a major concern of mine, right? Maybe you want to discuss your plans in more detail, since you've mentioned them?' Though the tone wasn't threatening, the intent was... also not threatening. However, Mark again realised too late, it could be interpreted as threatening, which was once again the last thing he wanted, since he'd need as many allies as he could get if he wanted to make sure everybody was good and not-demonically-aligned as possible. He hoped Tue didn't misinterpret it.

@Lady Selune@Kafka Komedy

Gor remains in her bowing position as she eagerly awaits the lich to agree to her service... But fuck, this is just not her week. Another refusal, and Miss Liliana questioned her abilities as a servant to boot! It takes a lot to get Gor even mildly upset, but this was an affront to her goddamn honor!
Gor stands up from her bow with an almost imperceptible frown on her face, and takes several steps closer to the lich that had so rudely rebuked her. "Miss Liliana Morgana Felica Francis Natalie IV," She says, taking her time on each syllable of the name, "I am willing to accept a great many things from a great number of people, but an insult to my abilities, or for that matter my race's abilities, as a servant is decidedly not one of them. I assure you that I have served demonic lords whose power greatly exceeds your own, and though I have long since left them I will not have you flippantly besmirch their greatness."
Her lips curl upwards into a smile, and she adds, "But I do not expect that to sway you, and nor should it. A secondhand account of their power is no proof at all, and you are quite right to distrust my abilities until you have seen them used." And with that, she suddenly kneels at your feet, looking up at you with a cocky smile rather than the almost patronizing submission of before, "Thus, I offer- No, I give you my service for the duration of your first quest in this guild. I shall accompany you and the rest of your party, whomever they may be, and assist you in your tasks so as to prove my worth."
And with that, she stands up, curtly nodding at the lich and her dullahan "friend" (who had never quite consented to said friendship). "And before you ask, I will not accept a refusal on your part, I will be coming with you."
Then her serious demeanor instantly vanishes, replaced by the happy attitude from before. She smiles cheerfully, "So, which quest should we take guys?" She walks over to the paper with all the quests written on it, "Hmm... How about this Rachelle Gardner person? Her husband's gone missing in the woods, I'm sure it can't be too terribly hard to find him. Plus, we could pretty much just leave now and get right to it, what do you say?"
It's at that moment that she notices that that Bast fellow was still flirting at her. She doesn't do much in regards to that, she just gives him a friendly but somewhat awkard wave and shrugs. She's a tad busy with team undead at the moment.

^{Interaction: @BCTheEntity@Ariamis@Lady Selune}
Bunny stared intently at the Dullahan, her hand twitching at her blade. Bunny silently began reaching for hers as well, but the two were able to resist their murderous urges, luckily. Going back to glaring burning holes into the Lich. Luckily, she made it known that she wanted to leave. Good, now the more reasonable members of the guild could start killing things in peace...

Speaking of, Niel the Nobody had gotten everyone's attention, trying to tone down the conflict and, more importantly, bringing out the request board. Although it had already fallen off its bolts, people had made some notes and pinned them on. Tue and Bunny looked them over from where they were. The fourth one posted was not going to be picked up by either of them, clearly. The last one was odd, and Bunny had no interest in it, though a party was right up Tue's alley. Exotic Appetites piqued Bunny's interest, but a surprise attack was impossible for them and a guarantee for the enemy.

Bunny rejoined her partner as Matti left to go take inventory. "Which mission are we taking?" Bunny asked as she approached Tue and her new acquaintances. "I wanted to do some talking with Mark and his wife, and they're doing the first quest. Why don't you go with your new friend?" Tue bartered. Bunny immediately began looking annoyed. "I'm sticking with you. This could still be a trap." The little doll reasoned. Tue crouched down and placed her hand in her friends. "I'll be fine. This man may be an Order knight, be look at him, he's with a monster! Besides, I can handle myself. I'm the reincarnation of Tyr! If I couldn't get out of a scrap with a knight or two, we wouldn't have gotten out of Vajro."

Bunny sucked in as much air as her tiny frame would allow as she pondered. Tue was able to pull her weight in a fight, and she had recently fed, so it wasn't like she couldn't use her magic...

"Fine." Bunny exhaled. "Just be careful. If things look like they're heading south, get back to our old spot."

"Thank you! I will, see you soon Bun!" Tue exclaimed, her mask morphing into a happy expression for a bit before returning to it's regular state. Returning to face the knight and his monster, The man put a hand on her shoulder. Bunny quickly unsheathed her blade as the man spoke, but Tue was unaffected by the sudden contact. "Sure, I can tell you. We can talk details on the journey to the pass but basically why don't we help each other out? I help you slay the demon lord, you help me become the demon lord!" Tue expressed jovially. "You fine?" Bunny asked her partner, while eyeing the knight, knife in hand. "I'll be fine, Bun. Go hang out with Matti, c'mon shoo!"

Bunny deigned to leave her friend and rejoin with Matti. It seemed she was just on time as Matti was requesting assistance. "You've got my hand." Bunny explained, walking up to the financer. Unfortunately, her knife was still out, making her approach seem quite threatening. As soon as she realized her error she sheathed her weapon, hoping no damage had been done. "Sorry about that, Matti." She offered, a bit of an embarrassed grin on her face as she shrugged. Damnit, she hoped that didn't scare him off.

...wait, "Tyr"? Now why did that ring a bell in Mark's mind? He was sure he'd heard the name somewhere... and Tue wanted to become the next demon lord, it turned out... were they related? Maybe...

...nnnope, there went his train of thought. Darned rabbit doll, hopping around so quickly. Anyway, he really did need to have words with the mask about her aspirations.

'Yeah, uh... Demon Lord, right... yeah, about that... I mean, let's be perfectly clear here,' he said in as gentle as tone as possible for a letdown like this, 'the current Demon Lord is REALLY powerful, and REALLY well protected. Not just with force, but with a crap ton of magic. She's not- I mean, it's a worthy- your goal is... a goal... ehm.'

He needed more information about this, really, before he went on about why Tue was never going to succeed. He promptly called out to the rest of the group: 'Anyone else interested in Exotic Appetites as a quest, follow after Syszi, Tue, and I. We're going to head out some time soon.'

@Lady Selune@Kafka Komedy

Syzie too, chipped in. "Look. Lady. As well as being powerful as all hell, there is also the small fact that quite a few of us monsters don't want to be aaying "the queen is dead, long live the queen," quite yet. Actually, I quite like the queen, so if you want to usurp her throne, I reccomend you leave me and him out of it." She glared at the mask angrily.

"Before you ask, I've been trying to talk him out of it for ages," she pointed towards her husband with an expression on her face, "but he's all holier-than-thou and he isn't gonna shift. What can you do." She shrugged, slightly annoyed, before whispering something into Marxello's ear. [sub]"Take her to the demon realm, please. Seeing a hauty little bitche like her getting grabbed and dominated by the tentacles... heheheheh." That laugh had been a tad more menacing than she had wanted.

"Second that. Hey, Dullahan! Yeah, I can tell you're not human. Cmere girl! Let's fight stuff!" She waved, a slightly sadistic grin on her face as she did so.

Freyr

Freyr was almost giving up, but thankfully, Neil was also fed up with the situation.
"Clearly there's some tension between all of us. But Bart all invited you to the guild which, by definition, is a group effort. You accepted by coming here which means you likely knew you will be dealing with other people and I hope you knew that includes people you may not like." he said, after giving a sermon to the ones who were causing troubles. Additionally, he held a wooden board displaying the requests the guild had already received.

Finally, with all the tension in the air (mostly) gone, and with everyone a little less hostile down there, Freyr felt a little bit more comfortable in going down there.
Jumping down the roof without any difficulty, he approached the wooden board. It was a little awkward looking at it, as Neil was much smaller than him, but thankfully, the half orc girl, Ryla, used earth magic to erect a pillar to hold it.

"Thanks." he said, smiling to her.
There were some weird requests, such as helping someone to get things to celebrate, a shady and mysterious request... But there was one request that immediately caught his attention when he looked at the location. A forest.
His heart immediately started to beat faster. That was the one he would chose.

Before he could ask if someone else was going to accept that request with him, Ryla immediately asked to some of the other members who were close if they would like to join her. His big ears immediately turned to her direction, his head following shortly after.
"Oh, are you thinking in going to the forest too?" he asked.
"Would you mind if I join you? I was born in a forest after all." he said, looking to them.
"Finding someone in a forest wont be so difficult if I go there." he said, confident in his senses

By the way she looked, Freyr was sure that the orc girl knew her way through a forest, so he wouldn't need to guide or protect her that much, Bast was also someone who seemed to be very knowledgeable about everything, so Freyr wouldn't be very worried about him, but Winter on the other hand... She was so delicate, so shy and adorable...

"Winter, don't worry, I'm sure that Ryla also know the forest very well, and I plan to go there too, so if something happen, I will protect you." Freyr said, looking to her with kind, caring eyes.
She was a small little thing, young and with a very delicate appearance. Her skin was as white as the moon, it gave the sensation that if you touched her, she would melt. Upon seeing that adorable girl, Freyr simply wanted to protect her.

"Ryla, you lived in a forest too, didn't you?" he asked, looking to her curiously. In part, he wanted to ensure that Winter had no reason to be worried or afraid, but on the other side, Freyr himself was curious about the half orc.
The way she dressed matched very closely some of the shamans and wild mages that he met in the forests. They and the Viera had a good and close relationship. Both of them loved the forest and wanted to protect it.

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Bast Ragoczy

Thankfully, Neil, the young boy from before had enough from the Litch girl's shenanigans, giving a well deserved sermon to all the ones who were causing trouble. Shortly after, he showed them the request board, that oddly, was the only thing (quite literally) in the guild's building. All the requests were quite interesting, but Bast wasn't feeling like fighting that much, so instead, he would chose something a little lighter. For example, a lovely stroll in the woods, to search for a missing person. That sounded exactly what he needed right now.

"I would love to, but first I must write up all the necessary paperwork for the guild hall's renovation. I will be sure to spare a moment of my available time with you, Bast." Matti said, interrupting his thoughts.

"Of course! I presume you will have a lot of work to do. But I'm sure that the finances are in very capable hands. I will let you to your business. Once I'm back from doing a mission, we'll go for that tea. I'm certain that we will have a very interesting conversation."

"Have a nice day Mr. Virta, I look forward to your next meeting." Bast said, tipping his hat.

But before he could turn to the board, Ryla, the half orc girl called him, shortly after making a pillar of stone to support the request board, which was being held by Neil all that time.
"Shalloom! Bast, you sly dog. Don't think you can get into everyone's good graces without me!"

"Oh, Greetings miss Ryla! Your lively mood and energy are certainly very refreshing!" Bast said, laughing.
"Well, I'm not a man that like to make enemies, Miss Ryla, and there is nothing wrong with a little bit of compliments to help ease the tension, and of course, to be able to court such fine ladies, is there?" he asked, with a mischievous smile.

"Although I must admit, it seems that my attempt to ease the tension was quite unsuccessful..." he said, discreetly looking at Liliana, evaluating her.

"Well then, if you don't mind me taking the lead, why don't we find this husband? I have business in that forest anyways. Could use your help. What say you?"

"Miss Ryla, you thought exactly the same thing as me. I was thinking in giving a lovely stroll in the woods today. And having the company of two beautiful ladies will certainly be wonderful." he said, with a smile.

"Miss Winter, would you like to join us? I'm sure that it will be a very calming and refreshing walk in the woods. As a gentleman, you can be sure that I will bring you two ladies back safely."

That was when another interesting individual stated his interest in going to the woods, It was Freyr, the male viera.
"Oh, Herr Freyr, I haven't had the opportunity to speak to you yet! You are certainly very intriguing. I must admit, I knew that male vieras existed, but I never met one of them face to face. I am quite curious about you." he said, looking to the male viera.

Freyr, upon hearing Bast's commentary about male vieras, was genuinely surprised. The existence of male vieras was something that very, very few people in the world knew about. It was almost regarded as a myth. That gentleman... Bast, was very intriguing to say the least. The way he acted, spoke and the things he knew...
"Yes, I... The male vieras had a very secluded style of life. They very rarely left the forest. In fact, I am the first male viera going outside the forest in a few centuries..." he said, looking very curiously to the mysterious man.
"But I will be happy to answer your questions about myself." Freyr said.

"You are welcome to accompany me if you want, but since Miss Ryla is our leader here, I think she has the last word on this matter." Bast said, giving a playful smile to Ryla.

"Lady Ryla, what are your orders?" he asked bowing down with a mischievous smile.

After he raised his head, he turned his head very slightly, enough to obscure his mouth from Freyr, showing it only to Ryla. His lips were moving without emitting a sound.
If she read them, she would understand what he was saying:
"Miss Ryla, I must ask you to refrain to use large scale magic or any other type of magic which uses a lot of magic. Vieras are infamous for being rather... Sensitive to magic. Large disturbances on the flow of magic make the vieras enter a state called "Mist Frenzy". And they are quite... problematic to deal with when frenzied." he said to her, before looking to Freyr again, as it nothing had happened.

"I need to confess, I actually am not very interested in the mission itself." Freyr said, laughing awkwardly, with a speck of guilt in the tone of his voice.
"I.. I've been away from a forest for a while now... I love the forest. I was born and raised in one. We vieras have a very intimate link with the natural world around us. When we are near a forest, we feel better. The forest is not only a location to us. It is something alive. It breathes with us, it communicate with us. We can feel every single leaf falling from the trees while inside a forest, we can hear the voice of the nature, talking to us. We are one with the forest, every single animal, every single grass or tree." Freyr said, with a distant look in his face. By his expression, tone and eyes, you could clearly see that a forest was something far deeper than just 'a place they liked to go'. It was almost like they were physically and mentally linked with the world around them, which would also explain why they were really sensitive to disturbances in the natural magic flow.

@Lucius Cypher @1Charak2 @13org>>(lol)

'...S-Should I say something...?' the massive nearly ten foot figure wondered, standing at the side of a wall in hiding. Despite having been invited the same as the rest, he still felt an intense sense of reservation as he listened to their introductions. Just when he was about to pop out, a really mean girl started telling everyone how to call her and aaaaah...now they were arguing and he just...just didn't wanna be a part of that. He didn't want to get yelled at by the racist hero or the scary rotting lady...Taking in a deep breath as he tried to steel his resolve to actually talk to someone, he exhaled deeply, his steel helmet giving him an illusion of anonymity, Magnus, half northman half Minotaur stepped boldly out...with nobody looking anymore. A slight sigh escaped him, before he stepped forward and into the building.

His steps undoubtedly posed a danger to the barely standing structure as he thundered inside, striding forward and puffing his chest out like he was some sort of badass. Of course, once he saw the quest board being picked apart, he knew he had to hurry up and choose his quest. Making his way through while trying to avoid being the center of attention despite being 9'7", having a mane of white hair down to his waist, more muscles than a Jinko, and a bovine tail sticking out of a small slit in the back of his loincloth. Totally inconspicuous. "E-Excuse me, pardon..." he said, barely squeezing by Marcello, Tue, and Syszi as he approached the board, seeing only a few quests left. "...A mystery...?" he muttered to himself as he looked over the request for A Strange Tale. Nodding to himself that he was...pretty sure this was better than explaining a map that he knew nothing about and gathering stuff for a party he knew nothing about. Taking it from the board quietly, he came to the realization that he hadn't introduced himself at all...and thus, would likely be the last pick for anybody to join up with. Frantically looking around, he hoped that perhaps someone would take notice of his currently solo job, his father's axe strapped onto his back and moving ever so slightly as he turned his head, still obscured by his helmet.

...Wait, his helmet! Thinking about it, he probably looked intimidating because of it, what with the lack of any indication if he looked trustworthy. Taking off his helmet slowly, he started with the strap on the back, then the front latch, horn covers, and voila. Magnus. Relieved a bit not only by his face being visible and also being able to breath, he really hoped someone would help with this...he didn't even know where Boreal Port WAS. Wait...was that a cat!? Oh gods that thing is so cute...don't pet it don't pet it don't pet it...people will think you're weird.

Gulping, Magnus slowly reached out to try and pet the cat before realizing it was on a person. It took nearly all of his tremendous self-control to NOT pet the cat on someone's shoulder like a weirdo, and instead start trying to work up the courage to ask someone for help. Being a terrible Berserker was the pits...

Jezamine yawned as she woke up, stretching out, her arm hitting the person next to her. Light streamed in through the flimsy, thin muslin curtains. Wait, that wasn't right. She needed to have... Oh dear she was late. Not for the first time too, the priestess shaking her head and quickly hovering up and off the bed. Clothes... On the floor of course. She quickly dressed herself, practised fingers doing the lace up with ease. The collar settled around her neck with a clank, as did the manacles around her wrists and ankles. In just five minutes, she was up and dressed, and determined, hovered out of the house, before landing neatly on the grass. She had to run.

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Oh dear. There were quite a lot of people here... A lich, a mask... A few men to perhaps convert to her way of thinking? Oh yes... She observed the male wererabbit with interest, before slowly licking her lips. That would be an interesting addition to the flock of the Fallen God, and he looked to have quite the size on him... Perfect. Oh my, she was going to have quite a lot of fun, apart from perhaps... The Order being here.

That was odd, but judging by the salamander fawning over him, he might be one of those Andrale knights, she had heard they were a little odd. Something about converting others...? She didn't really know. She gave one last look around, before offering a little wave and floating up higher. "My apologies for being late. Sorry everyone! Hello! I'm Jezamine, but you can all call me Jez." She gave a smile.

~Arletta Dupain~

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"Thank you, Matti." Arletta replied with a small nod. No need to try and not be ungrateful for the uneasy peace at least. At least everyone seemed intent on calming down now that everyone had said their opinion on the matter. Arletta sighed, shaking her head with a frown. This wasn't going so well, was it? Perhaps if she could spend a bit of time with the Lich she could get the other undead to change her tune, even a little? Undead - all Monsters even, and humans could get along if both parties were willing to negotiate and not let their egos and stupid religions and other beliefs get in their way. She had seen it plenty of times to know it was the truth.

"Now, erm, about that-uhm?" Oh dear, this Shoggoth was being fairly friendly, wasn't she? Not that Arletta really minded the creatures presence. In fact, it was pleasant seeing someone so openly friendly here. In fact, the Shoggoth made her smile a bit with her overly seeming friendliness. "Aha, Gor, I certainly won't mind the extra company." She said with a quiet giggle. Now that the entire situation had been defused she didn't feel like suddenly shoving these people into their place. She was more worried about Liliana's reaction to the somewhat forceful way Gor was going about this. "That said, erm, Gor, if you don't mind excusing us for a moment there's something I wish to talk to Liliana about." With that said, the Dullahan led the Lich away from the crowd to discuss something a bit more personal for the Undead Knight.

"You know," Arletta sighed. "You should work on your people skills." She said with a shake of her head, one of her hands moving up to her neck and unclasping the silver choker she was wearing. "Not that I have much room to talk, heh, but I'll have you work on that after you help me with something." She gave the Lich a smile, though it was decidedly less friendly then she had given the others and it lasted for only a few seconds before it vanished.

"Erm, so well, you obviously know I am a Dullahan." Arletta said with a frown. "I normally try to keep that to myself. It makes dealing with humans easier...except when my head decides to conveniently take a vacation." She sighed, using her free hand to dislodge her head from her body. "Makes it really hard to talk to humans sometimes." She replaced her head quickly. "This choker I have was given to me by a...well, former friend of mine to help with that. Don't get me wrong, it does help immensely. It will keep my head on in simple day to day activities but with enough force or if someone just decided to pluck my head from my shoulders it would be quite easy for them to do so. Not to mention I have to be...careful with my swordsmanship and abilities or I have to watch - sometimes even carry my head if I can't. Which makes my combat effectiveness go down quite a bit. Since I'll have one of my hands full with my head." She replaced the choker around her neck, giving the Lich a serious look.

"It's nothing serious, but with you being a Lich and both an undead and likely fairly skilled with magical arts, I thought you may be able to help with somehow keeping my head on more...permanently unless I wish to take it off for some reason...which shouldn't be ever..." After taking a look back over the quest board and Gor, the knight shook her head. "But that is an endeavor for another time, no? I think it might be prudent to get one of these quests underway..."

After waiting for a reply from the other undead, the Dullahan and Lich returned to the group where Gor was already picking out a Quest.

"Hrm, Gor, Perhaps this 'Mystery Quest' would be better for us to attempt?" The Dullahan said. Aside from the fact the other quests looked so...mundane, she was highly curious as to what this quest could entail. That said, she was always one to stick her nose where it didn't belong sometimes. "The one in Boreal port, that is. I thought I overheard some of the others wanting to go to the forest as well. It would be a much more effective use of the guilds time to try and split up the tasks."

'...aheh... I don't think Tue is that bad, Syszi.'

Sometimes, his companion's sense of humour was a bit disturbing. Sometimes, he forgot that this could be the case, and found himself unimpressed all over again. Shrugging at Tue, he murmured 'Let's just say for now that I have my own ideas for what to do with the Demon Lord if I ever get the chance to deal with her and actually succeed, okay?' He was, in fact, thinking of elaborating right then and there, but he found himself thoroughly distracted by two things: first, another male monster, this one a hulking brute that could only be a Minotaur. Though he did use his bulk to get past himself and the two monstergirls next to him, he did so almost reluctantly, with a polite muttering of pleasantries as he did so, which was frankly unheard of from beasts that were well-known for being incredibly violent. Then again, so were male monsters, so what did he know? In fact, his discovery of them at all would probably be worth mentioning to the Order once he returned, and if he could persuade either of them to return there with him as evidence, so much the better.

And then there was distraction number two: her. Jezamine. The Dark Priest of the Fallen God. Uuuuugh. Her mere presence was certain to complicate matters, for she would want nothing more than to persuade every member of the guild here to follow her depraved creed, and once they were... well, he could purify the soul as easily as stabbing a person, but the lust-warped mind of one who had consciously chosen that route was not so easily undone. They'd need to be purified, and then they'd have to be returned to the Order HQ, and then priests specialising in the matter would have to undo the foul trickery of a foul mind... not to mention the corrupted soul herself, who might as well be a lost cause for what it mattered. Though Francis made herself an easy target practically by existing, he imagined the Dark Priest would eventually rouse his ire beyond imagining as well. And if she dared go after Syszi, if the bitch so much as touched his...

Huh. He hadn't realised he was that protective of her. If he was getting that infuriated just by being in Jezamine's proximity, then now was probably a good time to get going, with or without the dullahan. 'We're going now,' he yelled one last time, turning away from the guild house and heading... back toward the board, because he didn't know where they were going. It turned out to be the mountain pass just South of Pravar; figuring out which direction that was from the guild house, he turned and began walking in that direction, gesturing for Syszi and Tue to follow on after him. If anybody else wanted to go on that particular quest, now was probably the last chance for them to join the group.

@Lady Selune@Kafka Komedy

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Oh, the Soggoth was still Talking. Still basically offering herself before her. Still making fun of her. Still not stopping. Oh she was in half the right mind to just burn the damned thing with fire. If she had any fire magic which sadly she didn't. So she was stuck with the little parasite. The humilating, little leech that was sticking to her foot. "Can you just not give me any service thanks? I mean you only latched on after I was made fun of. So I can't take anything you say as truthful. Come back to me next week. Next month. Next year... Never?" Liliana said tapping her foot as she was dragged away by the Dullahan before she could hear the soggoth's initial response.

*a few moments of eternity thinking about not trying to kill someone later*

She just stood silently listening to the Dullahan. She had given up talking. Even the Dullahan wanted her to change. She'll have her work on changing her lich attitude? Yea. Right. Okay and Hell will freeze over three times completely and she'll be a boy in the next 5 seconds... and nope. that didn't happen so the point is it wasn't ever going to happen. People just kept treading on her nerves today. She was this close- If one thinks about the gap between molecules. She was that close. That close to opening the tome she had stored in a relatively simple teleportation spell. Straight to Fire Magic. Burning everything and walking away.

Her face was almost looking slightly warped with an almost unnatural level of lucidity and anger. She had to get away from this. "Okay, I'll see what I can do." The Lich said simply and coldy without any niceness or reassurance that she'd do her best. She'd probably still do it anyway but the results would be a little tweaked if you will. A little bit more evil. Something that'll pop her head off if she does anything that makes the Lich's blood boil. Sounds funny enough. Funny. Humour. She wouldn't wish death on the dead after all. Shes not going that far. Though it's not like she won't make all of these peoples lives hell.

All of them.

All of them...

So with that sour thought in her head, her face mellowed out into one of false honey and sugar to hide her seething rage. just before the Dullahan was picking out a quest for them all. "The Mystery one? Sure, why not, probably the funnest one there. It's located at the docks? Good. I'll go on ahead then." The Lich said as she literally RAN. Ran like the wind to wear the quest would be located or at least she did until she was out of sight. At which point she resumed walking.

She then began her ceremonious talking to herself. "Stupid, Dumb, Idiotic and Undeveloped Savages!" She yelled almost pulling out her hair from the amount of rage she was feeling. Even though it was mostly filtered by the phylactery. It was still a massive amount. She needed to chill. She needed to just go to her happy place... Her happy place... Her hand lightly moving with deft movements. The light scent of cinnamon could be smelt on the air as she cast her magic. A small shower of snowflakes manifesting over he head. As she kept walking. The snow flakes flickering down. Reminding her of a happier place. She wasn't gonna let her previous experience get her down...

She was gonna keep walking and just hope nobody catches up to her then that would just make more damage.
So she sat down. Right there. On the road to the docks. Alone but happy. She sat down. She had left her suitcase outside the guild. She'd just wait for the idiots to catch up. They would get this dumb quest over with. She can just pick a room for herself. Failing that she'd sleep at home and just walk it to the guild every day.

She was just upset and mad and rather hurt okay. People didn't get it. People think shes desperate. People think... The one thing she hates the most. People thinking and making assumptions based on nothing. She sat down and start to draw in the soil... When she would be done she would have a lovely self portrait of what she thought she looked like prior to death... If only her right eye wasn't always so glassy after she damaged it that one time. Nobody was gonna heal that though. They would die so many times. Nobody touches her body parts and gets away with an intact soul and the ability to come back to life.

@1Charak2@Rune_Alchemist
Tut tut.... Running off so quickly.... Seems my new mistress will take a good deal of effort to keep up with, Gor thinks, shaking her head tiredly as Liliana leaves her to go speak with the Dullahan. At least Miss Dupain seemed quite a bit more friendly and professional than her compatriot. She outwardly responds to the intrusion on their conversation with a simple nod and an, "Of course of course, don't let me trouble you."
Nonetheless, now's no time to take a break, as there's always work to do, and currently that starts with taking Miss Liliana her suitcase. She grabs the case carefully and walks over to the duo, her small puddle of tentacles, slime, and slimy tentacles following after her. She considers, momentarily, looking inside it, but quickly thinks better of it; Miss Liliana will reveal her secrets in due time, certainly.
Before she can even reach them though, Miss Liliana fucks right off and starts running towards the docks. Well, no point in chasing her, Gor knows herself well enough to know she won't be able to catch up. She turns to Miss Dupain and smiles brightly, "Well, she must be quite eager, eh? I don't believe we've quite properly met beyond our general introductions. I'm very pleased to be working with you Miss Dupain, of this entire group I'd say you without a doubt have the most exemplary attitude of professional dignity, which I'm sure will serve you, and by all means the guild itself, extremely well; particularly given how many, ah, eccentric members we have among us." She gives a small bow, "But I'm afraid I must beg your pardon, as I have something; well, rather, someone to attend to."
She stands from her bow, and then calmly walks off in the direction of the docks. There's no real need for hurry, competent as she may be, Miss Liliana is unlikely to solve whatever issue the provider of this mystery quest has before she can arrive.
She keeps on walking until she sees Miss Liliana sitting on the ground, seemingly in a state of some distress. Without a word, she slinks up to her mistress with as much stealth as she can muster and places the suitcase next the lich, then sits down next to her. She doesn't speak a word; no explanation of her presence, no smarmy compliments, nothing. She was trying something a tad different now; where words had failed her, perhaps simple servitude could suffice. It wouldn't be the first time she had to keep silent for one of her masters, it was actually a relatively common practice, it simply made some folks uncomfortable, hence her chipper demeanor.
In any case, her hope was that the Lich would say something. After all, they both had a long time to wait, either for the Dullahan to catch up, or for the world to shrivel into dust; it didn't bother her either way, patience was one of the virtues she possessed in great amounts.

~Arletta Dupain~

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"L-Liliana?" The Dullahan stuttered out, a look of surprise forming on her features.

It seemed she had chosen her words about something rather indelicately. Liliana was definitely more than a little upset by something from the way she simply ran off after agreeing to take the job. It surprised the Dullahan - she had thought they were getting along rather well, weren't they? She frowned as she watched the Lich's retreating form. Liliana had left far to quickly for her to do or say anything to try and calm the apparently annoyed Lich down.

She frowned. Well, that wouldn't do at all. As arrogant and bitchy as Liliana was - the Dullahan did like the other undead. Aside from that, they were partners. Comrades. Allies...and despite the earlier altercation with the rest of the guild, the Knightess couldn't help but to feel at least some kinship with her. She had never actually met another undead before. Not a once. She had read about them in libraries occasionally shortly after becoming a Dullahan when she was researching what exactly had happened to her, but never met one before.

"W-wait, Gor!" Again, her companions were running off without actually thinking about things, and while Gor didn't seem to be in any particular hurry the Dullahan simply held a hand to her forehead, resisting the urge to face-palm as that would likely result in her head flying off. Once again, the Shoggoth's heart was in the right place but she needed to think these things through more. Liliana obviously needed time to cool down a bit more, and if her attitude was anything to go buy she wasn't entirely fond of anything living and the Shoggoth just showing up out of nowhere wasn't going to help.

Well, she might as well get to walking then. With an annoyed sounding sigh, the Dullahan glanced over to the Salamander and Marx. The Salamander had given her an invitation earlier about fighting, but she couldn't immediately respond since she had been caught up with Gor and Liliana. While Salamanders were worthy foes to train with, the Dullahan would have to respectfully decline. Sharpening your skill with a blade was only one part of being a knight after all - you had to also be able to deal with people in a respectful manner as well. Sometimes that meant trying to understand someone better. With a small shake of her head, she pulled the information for the quest off the board along with making sure any other details were hammered out with Neil before walking over to Marx and Syzi.

"I thank you for the invitation, Syzi." She said with a respectful nod of her head towards Marx. "Perhaps after we return from our respective quests, we can have a friendly duel. I have fought Salamanders before and they have always proved to be fun tests of skill, even when I was human. For the moment however, I have..." She turned her head in the direction the Lich ran off in. "...a Friend to check up on." With that, the knight walked off in the direction of Gor and Liliana - likely well behind the two by now but she wasn't in the hurry. An undead had all the time in the world, after all.

Despite initially hating this some years ago...being undead had been a good thing for her in a number of ways, really.

The trek towards the port was as uneventful as she had hoped. Following after the two of them wasn't too difficult. Now, actually finding them alongside the road was a bit more...difficult. She spent more than a few minutes making sure the Lich didn't just double back for whatever reason. It wasn't too farfetched that she might do that to make herself more difficult to find. After deciding she hadn't, she continued back down the road.

It wasn't until she was somewhere halfway between the guild and the port did she finally managed to find the Lich. How did she spot the lich? Well, the Lich was sitting down next to the road with a snow cloud over her head...with snow flakes falling.

"...Adorable." The Dullahan had to cover her hand with a mouth to stop herself from laughing quietly. She cleared her throat approaching Gor and the Lich quietly.

"Gor," She placed a friendly hand on the Shoggoth's shoulder and spoke quietly enough that her words likely wouldn't be heard by the Lich. "I know I've already asked you once to pardon my intrusion while I talk with Liliana, but I am afraid I must ask you again." She gave the the Shoggoth a smile. "You have the best of intentions I am sure, but I think Liliana may feel more comfortable talking to a fellow undead." Now, whether or not the Shoggoth agreed to those terms didn't matter. If Arletta had to, she'd toss the silly slime across the road.

For now though...

"Liliana..." She spoke quietly, walking to the other side of the Lich. "I...chose my words poorly earlier, and I would like to apologize for it." While walking over here, she was fairly sure she had pinpointed what the Lich was upset about. It had to be the bit about having her work on her people skills. In hindsight, that had been a stupid thing to say to the other Undead after her introductions and the way she had generally behaved. "Honestly, I would loathe to have another undead angry with me for whatever reason. If it is possible, I would prefer that we could get along...perhaps if not as acquaintances, just as co-workers."

Exotic Appetites
~@Lady Selune (SZI), @BCTheEntity, @Kafka Komedy (TUE)~

It took approximately six hours for the unlikely trio to make their way towards the area where the string of disappearances happened. Whether or not they conversed with each other along the way, their little trek met no trouble whatsoever save for the occasional rider or cart that passed by them. They likely had more important problems to deal with as none of them stopped to even look at the Hero or his unusual companions.

The area was filled with hills but it was largely devoid of trees, grass dominated much of the landscape. One could see the snowy mountains in the distance and the line where the green grass stopped and the white snowbegan. If one looked hard enough, the entrance to the mountains and its pass could be seen.

But the mountains were not the concern here, the hills were more likely involved in the incidents. Searching the hills and plains was going to take all day but fortunately for the trio, they saw a person limping about at the base of a hill. He appeared to be a farmer from his looks complete with a straw hat. Approaching him, he immediately noticed the presence. "Oh thank heavens! You gotta help me!"

"You! Please help! Some city fella just attacked me and broke my leg!" He said, quickly filling the group in. "He broke my leg! Some city fella!" He clutched his broken leg. "Got... got kinda... creepy on me. And then he got violent."

"He went that way. Can't have gotten far." He motioned with his head towards the direction of the mountains.

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Absence Makes The Heart Go Yonder
~@Lucius Cypher, @13org (FYR & BST)~

"Hey guys, before you head out..." Neil called for your attention.

"I heard that the forest you'll be searching in is like... like really freaking large. Maybe you should see the client in Mahigan first for some details or information that can help you in your search? She might even... she might have a memento or something that you can use to track him down or something." Neil advised.

"It's just advice though. You guys can just start straight up searching. Hey, maybe you'll be lucky and find him at the first step into the forest."

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The Great Horizons
~@Ariamis, @Kafka Komedy (BUN)~

"Could you send this to mister Bartholomew? I will be attending the third quest listed on the notice board. It seems to require tools and skills required for charting maps, which I can provide. However,"

"Jesuits, we're gonna need a lot of quests to do." Neil remarked. "Sure. I'll uhh, get this to Bart."

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Whether the two of you conversed on the way, you reach Ambran in several hours with relative ease. Only riders and wagons passed by, increasing in number the closer you got to Ambran.

The town was extravagant, one more boon from becoming a full-fledged city. Wagons hauled cargo to and from the city and lots of stores lined the sides of the streets. It was clear the town was some sort of trading hub. The people were mostly human though there were some who hid in hoods while others simply looked off.

Should you ask for someone named Samuel Cubbage, you will be pointed to an inn. In front of the aforementioned inn, there was a man with fair skin that wore typical traveler clothes and he was busy playing a quiet, somber song with an harmonica. In front of him were a couple of figures in concealing hoods and robes, listening to the song.

The harmonica man was probably Samuel Cubbage but the listeners were still a mystery that you are free to try and uncover.

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A Strange Tale
~@Man Jack Frost, @Rune_Alchemist, @1Charak2 (LIL)~

Reaching the monster-friendly port, the smell of seawater immediately filled your nose. The town itself was quite simple and there were no buildings that stood out from the rest except for a large church that appeared to be visible from any point in Boreal Port. It was doubtful that it belonged to the Order as the coastal town was definitely accepting of monsters judging from how you have seen some Lamia children playing with some human children. But the church and its current nature was not your concern here.

Though, you may want to resolve some personal issues first before tackling the quest. You also have a companion with you that you may have not noticed.

~@The Irish Tree~

You were not alone in your quest but it could be said that you were since your companions were concerned with the grumpy Lich to properly notice you. Regardless, you followed them to the port.

Reaching the monster-friendly port, the smell of seawater immediately filled your nose. The town itself was quite simple and there were no buildings that stood out from the rest except for a large church that appeared to be visible from any point in Boreal Port. It was doubtful that it belonged to the Order as the coastal town was definitely accepting of monsters judging from how you have seen some Lamia children playing with some human children. But the church and its current nature was not your concern here.

As you watch your undead (and one eldritch monster) companions conversed, you hear a voice behind you. "Hello Magnus. Magnus Eissenheoff." He uttered your name as if he knew you very well. "Looks like your guild is already running into problems. And it's the first day." He remarked as the two of you watched your companions.

The man had a face that oddly reminded you of Neil except he looked older and his hair was a pale yellow along with his eyes. His clothes was reminiscent of some sort of priest, white robes and all. "I never expected that you people would take my request. But there's really nothing I can do about that, right?""

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~@Norschtalen, @1Charak2 (WTR), @Lady Selune (JEZ)~

"My apologies for being late. Sorry everyone! Hello! I'm Jezamine, but you can all call me Jez."

"Oh, hello Jasmine!" The boy you heard was Neil responded to you. You could see he was a little panicked about meeting you but he forded on. "Yeah, you're a... you're a little late. Actually, some of them are already doing requests. Uhh, but you can... but you can meet them later once they're done. Well... if they come back." He explained.

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"Well, guys. There's only one quest that's untaken." Neil addressed the rest who were left behind. "That's uhh, that's 'Fetch Quest'. I-I don't blame you for not wanting to take it. He... The client sounds weird." He said.

"As for me... Well, I guess I'll just stay here to wait for Bart. Maybe-Maybe map out the place while at it." Neil continued. "Or maybe not. We'll see."